What Number Are We On?

Looking out the window this afternoon, I'm suddenly wishing for an EP. Number 6? 7? I've lost track. Sure, the sky is gray. And, yes, I realize it's November. But, there are two gigantic piles of sticks from where the guys have been losing the battle against the beaver dam. They would make a bonfire that would last until the sun came up. And give plenty of light for the C.E. Interpretive Dance Number. And, really, what more do you need? The tequila has been feeling lonely.